Weirdo

They call me weirdo, I don’t know why
Is it the way I look, or the way I walk by?
Maybe it’s my face, the one God gave
Or the dreams I chase that they can't save

Is it 'cause I think in a different way?
Not a copy, not here to play
I stare at stars, I talk to skies
While they scroll through empty lives

So tell me why you call me weirdo
For living slow, for walking solo
For loving peace in a world that screams
For chasing quiet and silent dreams
What did I do, what did I say?
To deserve your labels every day?
If being real means being alone—
Then let me be a weirdo on my own

I sit in silence, they crave the crowd
They shout their thoughts, I think out loud
I walk alone, and I feel strong
They say it's weak—I say they're wrong

So tell me why you call me weirdo
For living slow, for walking solo
For loving peace in a world that screams
For chasing quiet and silent dreams
What did I do, what did I say?
To deserve your labels every day?
If being true means standing apart—
Then I’ll wear weirdo like it’s art

They fear what they don’t understand
But I was never part of their plan
Still I rise, still I stay
In my own honest, beautiful way

So call me weirdo, I don’t mind
I'd rather be me than one of your kind
If love, and truth, and being free
Is weird—then that’s just fine with me
I’ll walk alone, I’ll walk with pride
A weirdo with nothing left to hide